Eviscerated (poem)

By Robynn Murray

I am your walking wounded broken toy soldier, and your flag is burning and all your yellow ribbons have fallen down. I cut open these festers to force your eyes to see the truth so damn it, LOOK! Look at what has become of me, of us.

I will gladly reopen these wounds if there is change that will come of it. So that no one else receives these scars.